Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1887-06-08

the seat and looked back. He had
snatchcd the rcins from Joe's hands
at the first indications of pursuit, and
was plying the whip numerically,
while Joe, in n seeming agony of terror
at discovering the dangerous character
Of his passenger, had dropped into the
bottom Of the buggy.
But Joe was no coward, and was
quick-witted withal. As he heard the
detectives shouted remark and his I'M
pleasant companion'S reply, he hesitated
one brief second. and then, reaching
up, seized the right-hand reign in both
hands - pulling ON it with all his
strength.
Of course. the inevitable result fol-
lowed. Brown rcte swervcd wildly to
the right-the forward wheel turned
under the buggy-bottom, and
''cramped," which caused the buggy
itself 10 turn over-with such surpris-
ing suddenncss that Joe went flying
into a small duck puddle by the road.
side, while Edwards-skirts, cloak and
all-sailcd impctuously over fence,
and landed in n field beyond it.
MIR. Blossom, with a joyous exclama-
ton, began TO pull up the sorrel mare
no easy task, can assure you.
And Tad, who, despite his excite
ment, had never taken his eyes from
the one object of pursuit, uttered a
cry; for, before the buggy came to a
fall stop. he saw Edwards gathering
himself up and starting in ridiculous
run across the field.
"He Ska'nt get away" cried Tad,
whose nerves, wrought up to the
highest pitch, would have ventured
any thing to save the prize, so nearly
within their grasp. Before the words
had left his lips, Tad had slipped over
the back of the buggy, scaled the fence
like squirrel and was following close
at Edwards heels. while Mr.. Blossom )
nimble feet were gaining the fence it
self. Like most boys, Tad was n good
runner, while Edwards, encountered
by the clinging skirts, made very in
different progress, even though holding
them rs high as he couId! And in an
other moment Tad had seized the end
of the long circular, which was stream
ing ont behind like black wings.
"Gi'me the sachelr painted Tad, and
with the words the cloak-c!asp parted
Tad fell on the back of his head,
holding the fur-lined circular in his
hand, while Edwards plunged forward
caught his foot in the front breadths
of Mrs. Mason's best black silk, and
went down on his nose in highly I'M
dignitied manner.
When Tad regained his feet, Mr..
Blossom was rather humOrously re-
garding - very shamc-faced individual
attirCd in torn and mud-stained
black silk dress, which entirely failed
to conceal pair of very masculine
boots and trousers. Mr.. Edwards
wrists were adorned with steel hand
cuffs, and his features wore such n
downcast look that Tad's tender heart
was touched.
'lf he'll only give the rest of the
things up, hadn't you better let him 90.
MIR. Biossom?" suggested Tad, in n low
tone; but the detective shook his head.
''He's wanted in Boston, for some
thing more serious than stealing" said
Mr.. Blossom. gravely. And then he
handed Tad the recovered sachel. to-
gether with Mrs. Mason's iewelry,
which he had taken from Edwards
pocket with professional dexterity.
''lf there's any reward offered for all
this, you've earned your share of it."
the detective remarked; and then the
three made their way back in compar-
alive silence.
Joe had fshed himself from the
duck puddle, embarrassed Brown Pete
from the overturned vehicle, which was
not badly damaged. and when the
singular trio regained him in the road,
he was scraPing himself with a stick,
while the two horses, carefully blank
eted, stood. with dropping heads and
rocking sides, by the roadside.
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